Playboi Carti – 2024 lyrics  ‎

March 27th, 2025
Playboi Carti - 2024 lyrics  ‎
Playboi Carti - 2024 lyrics  ‎

Playboi Carti – 2024 lyrics

‎Verse 1]

‎Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh

‎Second place, can’t be in my face, oh, nah

‎Thick pockets, they think I’m rockin’ Chanel

‎Fat wallet, lil’ bitch, you know I got here

‎Out of pocket with your bitch, Chanel

‎Done grew me some horns, baby, I’m from hell

‎Southside, I was in Riverdale

‎Off molly, that two-tone pill

‎Rich nigga with all these fuckin’ girls

‎He next, I put him on the mural

‎She’s next, I told her she my girl

‎Oh, you like that? (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)

‎Ahahahaha (Oh, you like that?), yeah (Oh, you like that?)

‎(Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)

‎Oh

‎Chorus]

‎Uh, put ’em on the news or somethin’ (Schyeah)

‎Put ’em on the news (Ha, sa)

‎Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (Schyeah)

‎Put ’em on the news (Sa, sa), yeah

‎Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (Schyeah)

‎Put ’em on the news, yeah (Sa)

‎Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (Schyeah)

‎Put ’em on the news, yeah (Ah)

‎Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (Wassup)

‎Put ’em on the news (‘Sup)

‎Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (Wassup)

‎Put ’em on the news (‘Sup)

‎Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (Wassup)

‎Put ’em on the news (Let’s go)

‎[Bridge]

‎2024, Music

‎Oh, oh (Hm)

‎[Verse 2]

‎Put ’em on the news or somethin’

‎I’m evil like Luci’ son

‎A whole lotta bitches be hatin’ on me ’cause I got all the buns

‎Had to fall back with my last bitch ’cause she was just playin’ with my lil’ time

‎I’m travelin’ the world like the Pope, bringin’ the presidents right to my son

‎Shawty, you gotta be cancer, you make me feel some type way

‎And no, I can’t be canceled ’cause you feel some type way, uh, uh

‎I’m in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale

‎Uh, I’ma keep killin’ these hoes, I’m fuckin’ on Bombay

‎Pink in my cup like a brain, sippin’ on zombie

‎Bust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry

‎I’m cookin’ up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)

‎I told her, “The glove don’t fit,” I’m feelin’ like O.J., ooh

‎The racks in my pocket and I link with Oji

‎Ooh, two fours in the Sprite, got me feelin’ like Kobe, R.I.P., uh

‎All my boys, they strapped up, don’t try shit

‎Walk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists

‎Haha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)

‎Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah

‎(Oh, you like that?) Oh

‎Chorus]

‎Uh, put ’em on the news or somethin’

‎Put ’em on the news, ha

‎Put ’em on the news or somethin’, woah

‎Put ’em on the news, ha

‎Put ’em on the news or somethin’, woah

‎Put ’em on the news, ha

‎Put ’em on the news or somethin’, woah

‎Put ’em on the news, ha

‎Put ’em on the news or somethin’, hol’ up

‎Put ’em on the news, gang, ha

‎Put ’em on the news, ha

‎Put ’em on the news, yeah

‎Put ’em on the news, ha

‎[Outro]

‎Oh, hahaha, schyeah


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